User blog:Snowstripe the Fierce/Juskarath

Jarena lay in her bed. She had just given birth to a male ferret- Sawney Rath she had named him. Bolas Rath couldn't believe it. He couldn't have a son! It would get in the way, and now he would lose respect because his clanmates would think their leader had gone soft. He would show them. Jethrah the vixen and her apprentice Grissoul had delivered the babe. Bolas took out his huge dagger and flicked dust off of it with his claw. It was a beautiful knife, black snakeskin on the handle, amber forming the hilt, and a huge, pretty blue pommelstone at the end of the handle. Having a son may not be that bad, as long as it grows up away from him. He didn't want to look at it. Perhaps he should employ an old female clanbeast, they would be experienced. And that way, Jarena would get help from said nurse, and he could be left alone. He walked by the old stoatwife Fermala. "Fermala, I want you to help Jarena take care of my son until he grows up. And if you don't you can have this blade in your ribs." The old stoat got up and walked toward the tent, saying, "Oh sure. Get me in the ribs. That's just what you did to my husband Welto." Sawney opened his eyes. It had now been a week since he was born, and he felt he wanted to open his eyes. "There there, little one. Don't cry. Mother's here." the female ferret he supposed to be his mother said softly. "He turned and saw a female stoat, much older than his mother. "It seems that he's interested in his surroundings, Jarena." she said. "Jarena" he thought. That must be his mother's name. He curled up on his mother's chest and went to sleep once more.